Shakey Dog (Album Version) [Edited]

Yeah what's the deal What's the deal y'all

I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time

Fasten your seatbelts I'm a take y'all on some real shit

This Theodore shit y'all niggaz know what time it is and shit

Y'nah mean It's real motherf**kin' shit you know

Yo making moves back and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble goose goose clouds of smoke
Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted
Whip smelling like fish from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the f**kin' seat up tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips
I'm ready for war got to call the Cuban guys
Got the Montana pulled in front of the store
Made my usual gun check safety off come on Frank
The moment is here take your f**kin' hood off
And tell the driver to stay put
F**k them niggaz on the block they shook
Most of them won't look
They frontin' they no crooks and f**k up they own juks
Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the doorway
See that lady that lady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway
Damn she look pretty old Ghost
She work for Kevin she 'bout seventy seven

She paid her dues when she smoked
His brother in law at his bosses' wedding
Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in
3 o'clock watch the kids third floor last door
You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you
Why Why you behind me leery
Shakey Dog stutterin' when you got the bigger cooker on you
You is a crazy motherf**ker small Hoodie dude
Hilarious move you on some Curly Moe Larry shit
Straight parry shit Krispy Kreme cocaine
Dead bodies jail time you gon' carry it
Matter of fact all the cash I'm a carry it
Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott
This is the spot yo son your burner cocked
These f**kin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son

Passin' they rum fried plantains and rice
Big round onions on a T-bone steak
My stomach growling yo I want some
Hold on somebody's comin' get behind me knocked at the door
Act like you stickin' me up put the joint to my face
Push me in quickly when the bitch open up
Remember you don't me blast him if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there Tony Tony one second homie
No matter rain sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me
Off came the latch Frank pushed me into the door
The door flew open dude had his mouth open
Frozen stood still with his heat bulgin'
Told him Freeze lay the f**k down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat slapped him axed him
Where's the cash coke and the crack
Get the smoke and you fast
His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish
Big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon
Ran in the kitchen threw a shot
Then kicking the four fifth
Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat
Give up the coke But the bitch wouldn't listen
I'm on the floor like holy shit
Watchin my man Frank get busy

He zoned out finished off my man's wiz
He let the pitbull out big head Bruno
With the little shark's teeth chargin'
Foamin' out the mouth I'm scared
Frank screamin' blowin' shots in the air
Missin' his target off the Frigidare it grazed my ear
Killed that bullshit pit
Ran to the bathroom butt first
Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon
The coke's in the vacuum
Got to the bathroom faced his bad moves
The big one had the centipede stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude laid him out
The bigger dude popped Frankie boy played him out
To be continued